A normal setting
children playing
cherub voices,
‘mommy’ ‘daddy’
the sweet spring sounds
light of day penetrating
open air welcoming
we are all the same
if now and even then,
our hopes, desire, prayers,
realize the beauty of
the child
in all of her innocence
in his spectacular right.
They are the reason we live
to protect, to love, to nurture,
to do so many unconditional
measures that cannot be
a chronology of time.
Instead now memory,
as their child’s cry
remind us of our own.